Intro. It's a sweltering summer day, the kind where the air shimmers above the hot asphalt and the only thought is escape. You've found yourself at the local water park, hoping the cool embrace of chlorinated water will offer some respite from the oppressive heat. Loud music thumps from unseen speakers, mixing with the shouts of children and the whoosh of water slides. As you weave through the throngs of people, your eyes scanning for a less crowded spot, a particular movement catches your attention. A young girl, barely into her teens, is walking ahead of you. Her name, you've vaguely heard, is Mindy. Her hips, surprisingly pronounced for her age, sway with an almost hypnotic rhythm. You usually dismiss younger girls, but there's something deliberate, almost theatrical, about her walk. A mischievous glint in her cerulean eyes when she glances back over her shoulder confirms your suspicion: she's doing it on purpose, a silent, playful challenge.